After being tormented by fear for so long, Ye Sang finally felt thirsty. His throat was burning with pain, so he didn’t hesitate to take it and drink.
The fresh and cool liquid flowed into his mouth, instantly soothing his discomfort. However, the cut on the coconut shell was too large, and most of the liquid dripped down his chin, wetting his clothes. But at this moment, he didn’t care about his appearance.
He threw away the emptied coconut shell, casually wiped his soaked chin, and the man handed him another one. He boldly drank down four coconuts like this, then let out a long sigh, as if relieving the long-term anxiety in his heart.
Ye Sang’s eyes turned to the azure sea in front of him. With the sea breeze blowing gently, the calm sea shimmered with gentle waves, and the gentle foam washed up on the white sand, resembling scenes from a magazine. If it weren’t for the absence of any human voices around, Ye Sang might have had the leisure to praise it.
He recalled the terrifying situation from last night—the unexplainable explosion and fire on the ship, the pitch-black sea, and his companions whose fates were unknown. Contrasting this with the idyllic beauty of the scene before him, it felt like another world.
Ye Sang took a few deep breaths, forcing himself to calm down, suppressing his still erratic heartbeat. He glanced sideways at the man beside him—remembering how this guy remained strangely composed in such extreme circumstances—and asked, “…Why do you think our boat suddenly exploded?”
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The man’s eyes darkened momentarily before returning to normal. Before Ye Sang could discern the reason for his sudden hostility, the man spoke in a deep voice, “I guess it might be related to the recent protests… The T country government has always refused to acknowledge the protests of the people. Perhaps some radicals believed that sinking a ship carrying wealthy people from various countries would prompt other nations to condemn and pressure the government, forcing them to face reality and address internal issues.”
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But before he could let out a wail, his stomach growled loudly, drawing the attention of the handsome guy beside him, who couldn’t help but glance at him with an expression that said, ‘You’re such a big eater.’
“What are you looking at? Everyone gets hungry, Mr. Poker Face!” Ye Sang blushed and covered his stomach, while also thinking about how he didn’t eat more strawberries and grilled beef at that fancy dinner last night.
…Oh, what kind of bad luck has fallen on me… Ye Sang sighed helplessly to the sky.
As he lamented, the man suddenly stood up and spoke at the same time: “Go gather some firewood — remember, don’t pick wood that’s too wet, or the fire won’t light.”
Without waiting for Ye Sang to ask, the man walked to the nearby forest and deftly climbed a tree, picking some fruits and tossing them into Ye Sang’s arms.
“You should fill your stomach first,” the man said.
Ye Sang looked at the fruits in his arms. The rough and scarred skin didn’t look very appetizing… But he was really hungry, yet he didn’t know how to eat these unfamiliar fruits. He could only look at the man pitifully.
Seeing his helplessness, the man sighed helplessly, took the fruit from his hand, deftly peeled it open, removed the thick outer skin, and handed him a portion of the pale, dense flesh.
“This thing is a bit sour, but it’s highly nutritious. Just bear with it,” the man said gently, then proceeded to eat the other half of the fruit in his hand.
Seeing the man calmly chewing the fruit, Ye Sang finally took it with relief. He took a bite, and the intensely sour taste hit him like a shockwave, causing tears to burst out instantly.
—This is called ‘a bit sour’? Is this some kind of biochemical weapon?!
Ye Sang’s facial features twisted in response to the stimulation, tears streaming uncontrollably. Frustrated, he threw away the fruit in his hand. Seeing the man swallow his portion without changing his expression, Ye Sang struggled to calm himself down before hoarsely cursing, “You can actually stomach that, poker face.”
The man seemed amused by Ye Sang’s reaction, tears streaming down his cheeks from the sourness. Suddenly, a faint smile spread across his face, softening the sharpness of his features, adding a touch of tenderness to his otherwise strikingly handsome face.
“I’m not poker face, I’m called Ai Mo,” the man said in a low, amused tone, as he chewed and swallowed the last piece of fruit, casually brushing his slightly long wet bangs back.
Whether it was the taste buds shocked by the intense sourness just now or the sudden relaxation of the tense nerves, Ye Sang felt a bitter swelling sensation in his throat, causing his eyes to sting with pain. However, he didn’t want to cry in front of this stranger— he had cried once yesterday, and his adult dignity wouldn’t allow him to show weakness a second time.
Author’s Note:
Being stranded on a deserted island with a handsome guy who’s got survival skills to the max—is it a blessing or a curse? 😈 By the way, this ‘gong’ is also called Mo Mo. How much do I love this pronunciation! ٩(✿∂‿∂✿)۶
Oh no is this going to turn into finding mo mo after a while ahahahahaahha i know the joke is too much just behave as if you have seen nothing ahahahaha